I feel the fear right now. The same fear as I felt then. It threatens to overwhelm me. I’m scared to say these words out loud.
Artists pour their souls out onto life’s canvas in a swirling, often tumultuous rhythm. In response, we inhale their chaos, mix it with our own creativity, as well as that of all the symphonic masterpieces which we’ve absorbed in the past. Whether the art is one of paint or plaster, music or steel, textual or visual, the creations are vital to our lives.
Being endlessly polite is ingrained in me….a part of my upbringing. But the fear of being rude could easily prevent me from escaping a dangerous situation.